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Recently for lunch, I had a reconstituted-onion & cheese sandwich from McDonald’s with a little bit of beef on it. It was extra special because it was pressed. It was not like a panini press with grill lines, but more like someone sat on it. There were also pickles stacked on top of each other, sticking out of the side. Very artful & creative!

This wasn’t even from the West Liberty location.

I recently had a friend send one of his friends’ McTale-of-woe to me, because I have apparently become some sort of authority on all things wrong with McDonald’s customer service.

The reason I told of my recent adventure in lunch, is that it fits with the tale as told by someone who wishes to remain nameless, blameless, & shameless:

From: Pattyless SandwichDate: Wed, Sep 28, 2011 at 9:29 AMSubject: The Day McDonald’s Shit All Over My Good TimeTo: The Hamburglar

On Sept. 27, 2011 I went through the drive thru at McDonald’s on Mt. Lebanon Blvd. in Castle Shannon, PA. I ordered a number 4 (two cheeseburgers), and I asked for no onion. When I got back to my friends house and we started eating I noticed that the sandwich looked really thin but I just figured it was smashed down a little more THAN NECESSARY so I bit in anyway. As I was chewing, I realized something wasn’t right about what was being smashed around in my mouth. I set my sandwich down and removed the top part of the bun to see the following: slice of cheese on the bottom half of the bun, pickles, ketchup, and mustard. Yes, that is correct, there was no meat on the sandwich. Luckily I had another sandwich, that in fact had the patty, to eat, but they put onions on it. The only thing I asked them to void. Now I understand work is work and if you have a job to live then that is fantastic, but to be the person to put the burgers together at McDonald’s, I feel like you go through a training day to be shown how to assemble them. Bottom bun, slice of cheese (I’m guessing it is on the bottom so the burger melts it, let’s not get crazy this shit isn’t cooked together), HAMBURGER PATTY, and then your condiments. Who put mine together and thought “hm….this looks right. Nothing is missing, I am a brilliant fucking burger maker extraordinaire.”? It’s not a hamburger from a hamburger joint if there is no meat. To quote a smart fast food chain (rhymes with Shmendy’s), “Where’s the beef!?”

I’m going to try this one more time… I am ERiC AiXeLsyD. I write a goofy blog. You didn’t email me. My email address is world.and.lunar.domination@gmail.com(please see the “From” field of this email for reference). It doesn’t say “world.and.lunar.domination@gmail.com” on the top (or bottom) of a McDonald’s receipt. You almost had me on this. I actually had to go to this McDonald’s to check, because I really did believe that “The reason [you] posted on [my] blog is because it was on the bottom of our receipt” as stated in your last email.

Obtaining the receipt was actually quite a harrowing experience, but I survived. Thank you for your concern. Please, see the scanned images at the links below (also attached) if you don’t believe me:

As you can see, it also does not say https://aixelsyd13.wordpress.com at the top (or bottom) of the receipt, which is my blog’s URL. It also does not list my email address as noted above.

It does list Rick Sapko as a manager (not me), and give the email address ella.jones@us.mcd.com(also not me). I’m just trying to let you know that if you were trying to contact ella.jones@us.mcd.com, you have unfortunately been unsuccessful in doing so.

You contacted me by using the form located at https://aixelsyd13.wordpress.com/contact/(also a url, not an email address). I know this because WordPress is quite an ingenious blogging platform, and emails that come to me through that web form have the subject line “W(aL)D Feedback”. You may also remember filling out fields that you don’t normally have in an email client, like “Message / Comment” and “How’d you find my blog?”

What I believe has happened is that you searched Google or Bing for “ella.jones@us.mcd.com” instead of entering it into an email client. This landed you at my blog. I’ve tried itwith both. A search for her email address does indeed point you to my blog. From there, you somehow found your way to the contact page… and we know the rest. I’m just trying to help.

I see you have a Gmail address. Being that it’s an email address you were trying to use and the weird set of circumstances, I’m assuming you found my blog with your Android phone. Put the phone down. I’d suggest finding a computer, and going to http://mail.google.com, logging in, clicking the “Compose Mail” button, and pasting “ella.jones@us.mcd.com” into the “To:” field. Then, you may type away in the big blank box, and click “Send” when you’re done.

That is how you email Ms. Jones (and not me) regarding the insanity that abounds at the West Liberty Avenue McDonald’s. I have to warn you though, she doesn’t really reply to emails. At least not my emails, anyway. I hope this helps. I’m just trying to facilitate the expression of dissatisfaction with this Bermuda Triangle of fast food service.

I do, however, encourage your comments on my blog… as long as they’re directed to me, and not at McDonald’s. I don’t mind the ones aimed at McDonald’s, but they fall on deaf ears. I don’t think anyone at McDonald’s reads or cares about my blog. If you would like to complain about McDonald’s to other people that aren’t McDonald’s, check out McSucks.com and McDonaldsSucks.com some time. I would also encourage a review on UrbanSpoon.

Harmony’s Husband… I speak this as a consumer. Please, please, please… take pride in your work, and convince others around you to do the same. Encourage burgers built with pickles in the middle, an amount of reconstituted onions that does not resemble a White Castle burger, and ketchup only on the inside of the bun… not the outside. Encourage the politeness of the people working the cash register. Encourage those taking orders to not do things like this…

McEmpoyee: May I take your order? (In some areas closer to downtown, this greeting is reduced to a wordless look, implying “What?”)Me: Hi. I’d like two Crispy BBQ snack wraps, a lar…

McEmployee: [Interrupting] Crispy or Grilled?Me: Um… Crispy.McEmployee: Do you want Ranch or Honey Mustard?Me: Uh.. BBQ?McEmployee: OK. Your total is…Me: [My turn to interrupt…] Can I also get a large fry and a Sweet Tea?McEmployee: [Usually rolls eyes and.or sighs about here…] What size fries?Me: Large please.McEmployee: You want a drink?Me: Yes. Large Sweet Tea? (If I say a size, I’m usually told there is only one size. If I don’t say a size, I’ll be asked what size.)McEmployee: For here or to go?Me: To go, please.Mc Employee: [Sets tray on counter.] Slide your card. (Maybe the total is read here.) [Food comes, & McEmployee, McFry-Technician, or McManager sets it on tray.]Me: Sorry, can I get that to go?McEmployee: [Looks at receipt. It’s a 50/50 on whether it notes dine in or to go. Puts food in bag.] Here.Me: Thanks!

This has happened to me on more than one occasion at more than one location. I hope you work at a competent location, like the one in Canonsburg.

Good luck getting through to Ms. Jones. I haven’t been very successful in that matter. I have four email addresses associated with the west liberty McDonald’s location. You may want to try each of them…

Good luck on your quest, I hope this has finally expressed my point in an understandable manner. A quick recap: My email address & blog URL are indeed not on a McDonald’s receipt. You didn’t email me, you used the contact form on my blog. I am not McDonald’s. You didn’t email the address listed at the top of a McDonald’s receipt. You used the contact form on my blog.

s,pןɐuopɔɯ ʇou ɯɐ ı | Just in case you’re lost… This is the latest in this round of chaos that involved people contacting me, apparently thinking that I’m McDonald’s. I think they’ll all pop up in the “related articles” section below.

I’m guessing the four McEmail addresses listed above have a block on my world.and.lunar.domination email address., and I’m guessing Harmony, her husband, Shirley, and Amber are done with this. I am too, until the next person emails me thinking that I am indeed McDonald’s.

Pardon me if I’m misreading the tone of your email, but please calm down. Have some dip.

My inclusion of you on the original email was because I’ve had pleasant dealings with you & your McDonald’s location in the past. I’m convinced that you were instrumental in finally getting a response from Ms. Jones the last time I had an issue with the West Liberty Ave. McDonald’s location. I read you as a man of action, with great pride in your company.

Perhaps you would be better off at a Chick-Fil-A? They seem to treat their employees better, and you’d never work on Sundays. You may not be so stressed & jumpy. Ever notice they always say “My Pleasure” instead of “You’re Welcome” when you thank them? I can’t decide if it’s awesome, or cult-like. I’m pretty sure that no one at any McDonald’s ever has acted like it was their pleasure to give me a lopsided cheeseburger. (Seriously, spot-check that stuff. I haven’t done a formal study yet, but I’m guessing that 75% of the time, the pickles are stacked on one side of the burger, not placed side-by-side in the middle… and that 95% of the time, there is ketchup and/or mustard on the outside of the bun.) Although, I have never seen an alarm clock with a subliminal cow penis at McDonald’s… even if you have poorly copied the Chick-fil-A sandwich.

I’m a concerned citizen, trying to help the confused yet adamant Harmony get in contact with the correct people. Amber & Shirley need my help too. Their complaints are valid, and think about this… out of the entire internet that exists out there… these people have managed to find my blog to submit complaints about what I can call possibly the most incompetent McDonald’s location ever. It’s not their fault that they can’t tell that I am not McDonald’s.

Harmony has her own issues, as she can’t distinguish between an email address and a website… but that doesn’t change the fact that she was not offered a mango pineapple smoothie, and it took 15 minutes to get her additional sandwich and Rolo McFlurry while ¾ of the crew members where congregating by the drive-thru. (Hopefully they weren’t conjugating… right?) A mango pineapple smoothie sounds absolutely disgusting, but if Harmony wanted to be offered one that’s her right.

Speaking of rights, I’m not sure how I provoked the antagonistic patriotism and perceived lack of disrespect for our armed forces and freedom. I apologize if I have offended you in any way. Were you watching the History channel, election coverage, or perhaps drinking when you received my email? (I’m not judging, I would imagine one would have to partake in the occasional sip of spirits in order to cope with the stress of running a McDonald’s on top of receiving emails from crazy people.)

I am indeed glad that I have the freedom to rant about customer service issues and fast food quality on the internet. You’re right though, I will indeed thank a soldier the next time I see them. You’ll have to promise to instruct your fellow McDonald’s managers and employees to thank a soldier next time they see them too. They need to thank them for the freedom to serve poorly constructed sandwiches, cold french fries, and for opportunities to congregate by the drive-thru while paying customers wait (im?)patiently. While we’re at it, they should thank them for the freedom to dumb-down the populace by changing words like “through” to “thru” and “Night” to “Nite”. I’m not positive, but I can only assume such offenses would not go unpunished in the former Soviet Union or current Communist blockades like China, one of the Koreas, or Cuba. I can imagine one being caned in a Singapore McDonald’s for congregating by the drive-thru, or having ketchup fall on the outside of a bun.

At any rate, I would like to share with you my overall adventures in correspondence with McDonald’s. I hope to amuse and amaze you in chronological order below:

I hope you took the time to read all of the comments. I am not McDonald’s, and I am not alone. There are more (albeit less electronically vocal) of me out there. We will not remain silent. We will continue to consume your poorly assembled meals while grumbling under our breath. We will contunite to have a mental block when it comes to actual time spent waiting for “fast food” to be prepared & served versus the perceived speed of choosing to dine at such establishments. We will continue to craft poorly worded and misspelled messages and send them to the wrong people. We will celebrate the fact that we have the freedom to do all of the above.

So, we have arrived to now. What’s happening now, is happening now. I hope you have enjoyed the ride. Please keep all arms, legs, & other appendages inside the car until it comes to a complete stop. Thanks for flying W(aL)D Airlines, may the force be with you. (..and also with you, Amen.)

Eric I didn’t send the email you to upset you either. I represent my McDonalds. I was just stating the fact that our soldiers give us the freedom to complain. I’m old fashioned perhaps, if I continued to have issues, I would simply not return. Thats how I run my store. We don’t want them to go else where so we do it right and fix the issues that arrive. The stores that have issues generally might be due to the town they are in. I appologize if no one responds to your emails. All I know for sure is come visit in Canonsburg and I’ll make it right for you. I enjoy my job and serving our customers. Please dont use my email for any other reason.

With Respect

Scott Kausky

Respect is right. Misguided patriotic rants aside, Scott Kausky is the man. I encourage you to support this McDonald’s location.

We still have the little matter of harmony being convinced that I’m McDonald’s. You can imagine my surprise as this came to my inbox slightly before Scott’s reply above:

I don’t have much to say about all this McDonald’s stuff, because I work at one currently and everybody else has said it. However, I will say that Harmony is my wife and she has no issues whatsoever. The reason we posted on your blog is because it was on the bottom of our receipt. She is not technologically challenged, and shame on you for assuming what other people’s problems and issues are.

Upon the arrival of this gem in my inbox, I was kind of speechless. I was also paranoid. Did they indeed pimp my blog’s address at the bottom of a McDonald’s receipt? I would have declared this an absolute win for Ella Jones, Sandra Jaeger, and everyone else that doesn’t reply to emails at the West Libery Ave. McDonald’s. I mean, really, how funny would that be? Along those same lines… if this is a friend or reader yanking my proverbial crank; Kudos! You totally got me.

If this is for real, then may God have mercy on your souls, …and mine for teasing you. Can someone please help me explain this? I thought I did that with my last blog post/email with the lines..

I’m guessing that more than likely it says “ella.jones@us.mcd.com” at the top of your receipt. I’m not Ella Jones. You didn’t email me. You didn’t email Ella Jones. You did a Google (or Bing) search for the email address, and landed on my page.

I don't see my email address or blog url on here anywhere. Do you?

Can someone help me simplify that? Should I even bother at this point? I’m confused. Just in case Harmony or her husband find their way back here, I did have to satisfy my curiosity. I stopped & got two sweet teas tonight, just to get a receipt. You can seethe full receipt to the left.

Which one of my theories do you think is the case here? Do you think they found my blog, & were insulted? I mean no disrespect. I’m just trying to help here. At this point, I’m assuming Shirley and Amber will remain clueless until the end of time. I have yet to receive a reply from either of them, and doubt I will. And, I doubt that I’ll ever hear from Ella Jones or Sandra Jaeger.

I also hope that Harmony’s husband doesn’t work at the West Liberty McDonald’s, and that her going online to complain (“complaine”?) about his corporate employer doesn’t cause some sort of marital rift.

Perhaps a visual aid will help demonstrate:

Trust me, I am not McDonald's.

I don’t think I’ll ever convince them. Think I can get a McDonald’s hat or something? Maybe a name tag? Something? Perhaps I should just start writing back to people pretending that I am indeed McDonald’s.

To compound & confound even more, this is what happened on my latest adventure into this McDonald’s on a mission to obtain a receipt & ultimately verify that I am not McDonald’s:

I pulled into the parking lot somewhere around 8:30pm and the lot was quite full. Most of the cars in the lot were at the outer edge, toward the bottom of the lot, and most likely there for Malone’s Too or Señor Frog’s or whatever that bar is called this week… blatantly ignoring the signs to the effect of “McDonald’s Parking Only” or whatever. I even saw a guy walk out of the bar into his car. Oh well, that’s not really in their control… or is it?

The drive through lanes were both backed up pretty hard, and I’m sure people were cutting in front of each other unhindered as usual… so I opted to just pull into a parking spot & go inside. Bad move? Perhaps.

Once inside, I took my place in line behind a woman and her daughter at the one open/operating register, and a lone dude in front of me. The woman & daughter were mid-order, and there was something going on about apple pies being dropped (in what I can hopefully assume was the fryer) and only one pie being avaiable. They were told there would be an approximate 10 minute wait, but that “it goes fast”. The woman slid to the side as her daughter went to fill their drinks, and I assume find a table.

While this was happening, I saw another McDonald’s employee come up to a register, glance annoyedly at me and the dude in front of me, hit some buttons, then walk away. I’m sorry. Do these employees know that to make money, McDonald’s sells what they pass off as food… and that in order to pay her salary they need to sell vast amounts of lopsided hamburgers with ketchup all over the outside of the bun? I was surprised at how backed up things had become as the drive-through appeared quite frantic & another potential customer came in behind me during a completely non-meal-rush time of day.

Leaving the sole struggling fellow employee at the line register kind of seemed like what I would call a “dick move“. Alas, the mother moved to the left, and slid her tray containing rapidly cooling french fries along with her. Up next? Dude in front of me.

Dude must have also ordered apple pies… as he was told they just dropped. When he asked what that meant, he was told that it meant there would be a ten minute wait for apple pies. Was the young lady at the register trying to use a Jedi mind trick to dissuade the man from ordering apple pies? I’m guessing that she was simply telling a customer that they didn’t want what they ordered. I honestly don’t know why anyone would want to order one of those nasty mucus-like hot-pockets that are supposed to resemble a pie… but if he was willing to shell out his hopefully hard-earned cash for them, I say give them to the man! Order begrudgingly placed, and man moves to the left… overcrowding the woman with her lone order of increasingly algid fries.

I was up! Finally. I was asked what I wanted to order, I requested two sweet teas. I was actually told “Oh, thank you for being an easy one” much to the dismay of the dude directly to my left. He was visibly not amused. I struggled to internally process what had caused such dismay in the poor girl behind the counter as I was handed my receipt… but I was (and still am) at a loss.

Mission complete. I had a receipt in my hand. My name, email address, and blog url are not on the receipt. Success! “Just give me my cups” I thought, as the girl walked away. A kid was leaving his shift… she told him goodbye and proceeded to walk over and talk to the remaining employees about how popular the departing employee was this evening. It somehow turned into a rant about thinking that someone was going to come through the drive-through window at her. Perhaps some other unsatisfied customers earlier this evening?

Then one of the other employees told the girl who had taken my order that it was time for her break. “Break?” she exclaimed, and started to leave. The one with some semblance of sanity said “but first I need you to take care of all these orders.”

I tried to shift to my left, but apple pie guy was holding his ground as I blatantly invaded his personal space. Perhaps his movement was hindered by the woman in front of him with ice fries. The woman behind me was a champion. She pushed ahead to the register like a metal fan in a mosh pit. I think her purse touched my bum. I just want some cups. The girl who took my order looked at me quizzically. Perhaps I looked befuddled. I know where the drink station is. I know how to get ice. I know how to work the knob on the iced tea dispenser. I just need two of those Styrofoam sweet tea cups. At this point, any cups will do.

Steely in her resolve to go on break, or perhaps obliviously, she took the order of the woman behind me. Snack wraps. She broke the code. No apple pies. Smart move, purse push lady. Smart move. The order was punched in, and she started to yet again walk away.

“C… Can I just have some cups?” The words were out of my mouth before my brain knew that I was forming them. I don’t know if I was anxious, or this was my flight response in order to remove myself from the chaos all around me. The girl who took my order paused, and looked at me. I’m sure ice fries and pie guy looked at me too, wondering why I should get my hands on some sweet tea before they were handed their precious disgusting pies. For a split second, I was almost scared. Had I crossed a line? Had I invoked the wrath of a McDonald’s employee mere moments late for her break?

Relief. She grabbed two Styrofoam cups and filled them with ice, then went back to her conversation about the drive through window or something that seemed to annoy her fellow employees.

The girl who had looked at us with disdain earlier while tapping a few buttons on the register reappeared, and asked ice fries what she was waiting for. Ice fries lady (who’s daughter probably had come to terms by now that she was surely abandoned) said something to the effect of… “I’m waiting for pies, but can I have my sandwiches now, & have someone bring out the pies?” This was like a record skipping in a TV show. Several employees stopped and looked at her. I’m not sure if there was an answer… but I did hear that “the pies would be ten minutes.” Surely three to five of those ten minutes had already passed, but who was I to argue?

“Hooolllly coooowww!” I did it again. The words escaped me before I could contain them. Damn you, Ernie and the Berts practice, for amping me all up. By this point, I was looking around for hidden cameras. Was I on a TV show? I think I heard pie guy say “I know” but perhaps he feared the wrath of a pie-less future as it was almost imperceptible.

I was handed my iced teas… I’m guessing the tea dispensers over by the pop machines aren’t filled at night? Makes sense. Even though there was one of me and I ordered two drinks… I wasn’t offered a drink carrier. I wasn’t handed straws or napkins. I sure as heck wasn’t going to ask for any.

I hastily made my was over to the condiment & drink station, got some straws & napkins, then walked back past the counter to the exit, ice fries, pie guy, and snack wrap lady still there… probably envious of my escape to sweet freedom.

I couldn’t help it. As I walked by, I muttered a sing-song like “♪♫ Good luuu-uuck… ♪♫” to my fellow McConsumers. I hope they were amused.

Like this:

Have you heard that I’m not McDonald’s? I decided to write to my new friends in McNeed, and I got a great response out of Harmony. She is apparently convinced that I am McDonald’s. I got a somewhat puzzling response from Scott, the manager of the Canonsburg store. I’ll share what’s transpired. This is me, trying to clear up the message…

Thank you for taking the time to write to me! While I understand your frustrations with your McDonald’s visits, I have to say… I am not McDoanld’s.

I’m not sure how you all arrived at using the contact form for my website whilst thinking the message was going to McDonald’s. While I applaud your vigor, it is sadly misdirected. I do however feel that it would be an injustice if I left the messages fall upon deaf ears (or blind eyes as it were). So, I am copying this message to the known addresses of several people representing the McDonald’s location on West Liberty Avenue in Dormont. Hopefully they will follow-up with you directly about your respective incidents; runny oatmeal, lack of napkins & ketchup, lackadaisical manager (Jeff), and all. Chaos apparently still abounds at this location. It’s been quite some time since I have been there.

If you’d like to know what I’m talking about, or where this email is from… I encourage you to check out my blog: I AM NOT McDONALD’S.It also contains other avenues to explore (namely Twitter) should this email prove to be no help.

I am also NOT MCDONALD’S. I do however, represent the Canonsburg McDonald’s. I can assist you with anything from that perspective. I might suggest however, to take the time and thank a soldier that gives us the freedom to criticize in the land of the free and be thankful that we can peacefully drive down the street and stop by and pick up a quick meal if one so desires.

Thank You.

Scott is apparently unamused by my insolence. The reason I copied him is that he’s the only one who gave a response before, and seems to actually take pride in his store. I believe it also helped get a response from Ms. Jones.

I don’t know where thanking a soldier came into play. I never voiced any disrespect for the government or military. Both of my grandfathers fought in WWII, my dad served in the army, and I have uncles that served in the Marines & Air Force… as well as many other friends & extended family members who have served in active duty much more recently. I appreciate all of their service, and the fact that I’m here and able to whine about the quality of fast food service because of them.

If we’re invoking patriotism inappropriately here: Maybe the next time a McDonald’s employee is screwing up an order, they should thank a soldier that they have the freedom to screw up that order.

I haven’t written back to Mr. Kausky yet, but I did fire this off to Harmony & company:

I’m guessing that more than likely it says “ella.jones@us.mcd.com” at the top of your receipt. I’m not Ella Jones. You didn’t email me. You didn’t email Ella Jones. You did a Google (or Bing) search for the email address, and landed on my page.

No response as of yet from Harmony, Shirley, or Amber (who all thought or still think that I was/am McDonald’s) …and of course as expected no response (to me anyway) from Ella Jones, Sandra Jaeger, Rick Sapko, or anyone representing the West Liberty Ave. McDonald’s.

Should I write back to Scott & try to clear things up? Should I leave well enough alone? I know that pressing Sandra, Ella, & Rick will get me nowhere.

Message / Comment: First, the oatmeal was filled to the top with water and extremely runny. The order taker didn’t offer a mango pineapple smoothie, and when I went back up to order an additional sandwich and small rolo mcflurry, it took 15 minutes to get them. There was only one guy taking orders, while 3/4 of the crew members were over by the drive through just talking and congregating.

Message / Comment: went in Imperial store on Aug. i,2011, the service was horrible . They acted as if they were doing us a favor by waiting on us .There were no napkinks out , no containers for ketchup both myself and another had to ask for napkins, when they gave them to us it was like an effort to do so The management at night is horrible

Really weird. I AM NOT MCDOANLD’S. I think I see what’s happening here, at least with the message up top. See if you can follow along with me…

Where I started my “WTF?” journey was the line “How’d you find my blog?: It was on my receipt.” Um, I highly doubt that https://aixelsyd13.wordpress.com was on your receipt. So, we go to the next step…

Ms. Krebs thought that all my ramblings about McDonald’s were some sort an official complaint form.

Ms. Krebs is unable to distinguish a web browser from a mail client (or webmail, as it is a Gmail address), or an email address from a URL, which could break down (even further) to…

She thought ella.jones@us.mcd.com was a url, and the contact form on my site was to contact McDonald’s.

She thought that by typing the email address “ella.jones@us.mcd.com” into the Google or Bing search bar, she was indeed sending an email.

Ms. Krebs thought she was commenting on my blog, & instead of using the “Leave a Reply” box at the bottom, she hit the contact link at the top.

Ms. Krebs has a Smartphone, and no idea how to use it.

That was fun, wasn’t it? Do you think I’m close? I may have to change to look of my comment page to let people know who I am, and that I am not McDoanld’s.

I do love the interaction. As a blogger I feed off of comments, replies, and feedback. I do appreciate & empathize that you were so wronged by McDonald’s that you feel the need to express your frustrations via written electronic communication. I totally get that.

If you have had a bad experience, and want to vent… please, I encourage you to share the experience (hopefully with a humorous bent) here with me & all the other people who’s McDonald’s-related Google and Bing searches have led them to my humble corner of the internet.

A lot of those comments seem to be directed at McDonald’s. I am not McDonald’s. I try to reply to each commenter to let them know where to direct their anger… but they must not have checked the “Notify me of follow-up comments via email” box while they commented or ever check back, because they never seem to get my reply.

Wow. As, I’m typing this blog… I got something in my inbox that is so amusing I’m going to pee my pants:

Website:Message / Comment: Hello, i would like to inform you that i have visited your store twice today and both times the service has been extremely slow and very disappointing. Both times i have waited twenty minutes in line and both times it was for something small. The line had at least eight people in it, that were not helped and the manager (Jeff) was at the drive thru window drinking a pop and not caring that people were waiting. i also would like to inform you that i will not be returning to your store along with my entire family. Thank You.

I was very unhappy with my visit from store 10848 delmont 6526 route 22 pa the servise was the worrise that i ever had and i had only had three things two frys and a fish sandwitch and i had a pice of chees on mu fish and the frys where cold and when i asked for ketchup they said i had to pay for it pleas email me back or i will call and complaine

Jeffrey; I am not McDonald’s. While we’re at it… “sandwitch” & “complaine“? …and “worrise“? You clearly have issues to address, my friend. Best of luck with that.